| bells and a hundred thousand candles arcs and wood as old as we were young time for a hundred thousand songs and we were young rhymes and a martyred magic dancer sound of smoke and taste of rain to come wide as a hundred thousand eyes and we were young all of our lives and the spring was a true word moonlight and melting mountain rivers birdsong falling down the valley side speak for a hundred thousand loves night is soft lie by my side bells and a hundred thousand candles arcs and wood as old as we were young time for a hundred thousand songs and we were young dreams and the shining leaves of morning stars we could not keep become the sky bright as a hundred thousand eyes all of our lives didn't we know that the spring was a true word days when they turn are called the seasons seasons when they turn are called our lives dance and the music is the wind and we are echoing chime |